A suspended prayer. In Man Mo temple, the city, Hong-Kong island. Once I crossed Victoria’s bay, I walked along the skyscrapers of the City. After some errand, I stumbled upon Man Mo temple. Right in the middle of the city, on the bottom of the tall buildings, it felt like it was in a remote location.

Rad cab. Hong-Kong, Kowloon, near Jordan. Hong-Kong! I’ve had a very strong appeal for this city for a loooong time. Ghost in the Shell was one major aesthetic shock for me, and even though the movie is obviously a work of fiction, I always thought it depicted somehow accurately the city: a blend of new and old, layers of intricate buildings forming a chaotic maze of people and neon lights. And I was not disappointed. It’s a futuristic city, with roaring, packed districts living under massive skyscrapers. It’s a world city, that seems almost infinite while walking it, and yet, very diverse. And finally, that’s the real Vertical City. I love you NYC, but you now seem really flat.

I realize today’s picture is way too clean and orderly for what I have in mind :/

Raining down on the Folies. This bar is iconic of my neighborhood, marking one end of the rue Dénoyez, famous for its walls covered by years of paints, graphs, and posters. I’ve tried several times to take a decent picture of this bar. It’s fairly difficult as drivers often park right in front of it. yesterday night, as it was raining, I stayed a while in front of it, and took a couple of shots.